who do you think would win in a fight…. The Smog Monster from “Lost” or…. The Big Bouncy Ball from “The Prisoner”?
as I went on my merry way down some street or other, I realized what had just happened…I saw The Future Man, not the future, man, nor did I see “The Future”, man. but The Future Man, who, in his own way seems kinda blurry cuz he has this whole thing where he lives about 5 minutes or so away from your own present time, which makes the conversations kinda confusing, BUT, in that day, on the divine street of amusing assemblies I just barely caught up with him, in which case, he made it plain that at some point soon the great symbiosis of dancing angels would consort upon the trees and sunny leaves that cast about for various reasons on such whims…you know the kind of whims that take a great deal to get others involved with?….anyway… those kinda legacies in which The Future Man, intensely advocates among the peachy mirrors that barely catch his caustic certainties, the ones he will describe given the time…and what I only wanted from that Planck was definite involvement, you know? A real way of overcoming my indolent musings that started to grow old… seriously…. like when you decide to FINALLY go to the store like you wanted to for, like a couple days now, and you run into that person, the so utterly pedestrian meandering kinda person…one of those, you know… BUT, I digress… Time spent with The Future Man… well, it got kinda awkward, an intense kinda jacked up thing, and when he said “I think you should take the awful nook in your house and blend it down with a special freedom kinds then make your kitchen from a nice green formica” I knew, I mean I REALLY KNEW, that this would come out perfect, you know, like that kind of thing where you don’t ever have to run for a bus? The light just changes when you get there and on you go, and even in the crowd you see your friend who owes you, like, ten bucks or something, and they got that candy, like a fuckin’ Zagnut or some shit, and they get all like “Did you see “The Future”, man?” and you just kinda have to smirk, like, “NAW, but I did see The Future Man, just 5 minutes from now and he said you got that candy back here…” but they think you just got off work or something, like you need a break, but whatever, that doesn’t really go anywhere, so you get the snack, and off on your own you start to lay on that graesy walk, you know, like you got change in your pocket and the right song comes down on the shuffle?…. Yeah, and that greasy walk makes you gander, all the sky and frosty shakes and whatnot, like, if you had to do it, I mean REALLY get into it, and The Future Man, he kinda saddled up on yer casio calculator timepiece, to divulge such information that could get you in all kindsa savvy tech, like the kind outta some wicked ass William Gibson shit, cuz, when The Future Man, does his thing he can go orthogonal, so, like 5 minutes ahead, but at right angles… you know?… and so he’ll take you right, he’ll dig it when you come along, but the whole way of knowing from one time to another can seem a little disorientating, (like, no surprise there, right?) so that day, when I finally got to wear my new sweater, walking informally to get little somethin’ somethin’ he pulled me out and gave me a secret…which went like this: “Nevermind the terrible twos, they got weird sisters, with mute grey cats and can talk to any spider they please, so, watch yerself on that night on Thermidor the 23rd, it’ll get scratchy if you don’t.”